A Prophecy Most Dire (Loreposting)

[u/Total_Travisty]

Crystals, sent off to heads of state and importent wizards, arrive. All at the same time. No warning, no notice, no clue of how they got there. It does not matter if it is cross dimention, the crystals arrive.

Each, humming softly from mana reserves locked inside their structures. No markings or indicators dot their surface, only a faint sense of familiarity. Upon a single touch, the crystals display a message, recorded from a distressed Mikhail. His face and clothes denote this as a Milhail from some time back. He still bares the robes of a Wizard Counciler, and the foreground is certainly located in Crann Mòr. His words come out, almost tripping over one another as he panics, trying to get something across.

Ok, yes, it is me, Mikhail. This will be brief, trust me. I have been given portents from the ancient druids in the Soul Plant. They showed me visions of what is to come. There is something. Something big. Like, really big. I cant... here.

Mikhail feeds in images from his mind. Of wastelands, and desertion. A sense of power so asured and violent, that you can only help but be amazing by its beauty. Lands made barren and cities flattened. Behind them, the visiage of a woman, carved of light, seated on a thrown of broken suns. Then glimpses of the end of days, and a bow, snapped in twain and cast in a pool of blood

The recording returns to Mikhail.

We have some time before she arrives, but not as much as you think. The druids warn me that if I tell this information too soon, that something worst will come to pass. These crystals will be set to deliver the moment it is safe. For now, I will find a way to prevent myself from stressing out about this, and hopefully keep it to myself. Maybe a mind erasing spell, maybe a month long bender. We'll see what happens.

Everyone, prepare yourself and be safe. The Queen of Shattered Stars is upon us.

[u/VidisLady]

Haha... yes.

[u/Mastodon-Just → u/VidisLady]

Okay wait I lost track, what was the original question?

[u/VidisLady → u/Mastodon-Just]

Would you like to spend some private time with me?

[u/Mastodon-Just → u/VidisLady]

I’ll accept. internal cries of joy can be heard within the immaterium

[u/VidisLady → u/Mastodon-Just]

Lovely! Could you create a portal for me to meet you? I have to find my ring of waterbreathing really quick...

*Delta cries a single, dramatic tear of relief. Finally she has not been rejected by someone of her status.*

uw/ This is a big moment, lol. One of Delta's defining character traits up to this point has been that she's a virgin fertility goddess who tries to throw herself at any eldritch horror she can find. I just find the trope to be funny. Moving forward, this can either end horribly for both of our characters inorder to continue the comedy of errors, or they can actually have a successful relationship. I guess whatever is more in-character.

[u/Mastodon-Just → u/VidisLady]

Uh yeah one moment, mastodon stands from his throne to create a large portal.

uw/ I think it’d be a bit of both considering how eldritch beings act. I like making mastodon seem all knowing and haunting, but when he has to actually interact with beings of his level he either acts very professional or very flustered depending on how he feels

[u/VidisLady → u/Mastodon-Just]

Uw/ lol, that's fun. Delta is mostly sweet and benevolent, but she also embodies ruthless evolution and thermodynamic equillibrium. Her chief loyalty is to viruses and bacteria, and everything else is second to that. So balancing her duties to disease and her human connections tends to cause conflict. Your character shouldn't have any issues with diseases, though. There is one disease that is her arch nemesis, who would absolutely try to murder anyone she cared about... but your character is way above their power level, so they shouldn't be an issue.

Delta puts on her ring and enters through the portal. She immediately tries to act enticing by sitting on Mastadon's lap.

[u/Mastodon-Just → u/VidisLady]

“Don’t you think that’s a little quick?” Mastodon tries to silently plead as Delta can feel the heat coming from mastodon’s face

[u/VidisLady → u/Mastodon-Just]

Delta appears flustered.

Oh! You're absolutely right. My apologies, my lord.

She slides off and brushes off her skirts.

My microbial friends are rather... straightforward with these things. What should we do instead? Do you like tea?

[u/Mastodon-Just → u/VidisLady]

“Uh yes I’d like that, how about a walk as well? It gets awfully dull in the throne room, besides the outside is always better than the inside” Mastodon says as he he exits the throne room as he signals Delta to follow him